It seems like every football game I've watched this season ends up being an outright slaughter. Today's slaughter is the Cincinnati-Atlanta game. I think I'll swing by the Emmy Awards and see if Friends is going to win an Emmy this year for Best Comedy Series. After last season, if it doesn't I'm going to throw a fit. I can't believe the greedy bastards at NBC are going to insert a commercial break before and between the last two awards. Can't they see I'm sitting here waiting with baited breath? I have to believe Friends is going to win at last. They saved the Best Comedy Series award for last and fans have been waiting for their show to win for 8 years. Okay, they won. I don't have to throw a fit anymore. Wheeeew thank God, because I'm kind of tired. I'm not certain I would have been able to work up enough energy to pitch a truly good fit. The producers thanked the writers which of course is important.. Friends is a very well-written show. But I actually think its success hinges most on the cast's performances. They work so well together you can't help but like them. Jennifer Aniston won too for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy. Brad Pitt doesn't look like Ted Kazinscky anymore. I still don't think he's cute like that but at least he's not the Unabomber anymore. Incidentally, Aniston and Lisa Kudrow looked nice but what was Courtney Cox thinking? That dress looked like a pillow sham. I kind of dug Oprah's dress, but it would have looked better in a less blah color, like lavender, sage or deep rose. Okay, back the Bengals slaughter, I mean game.

One of the Hillside Stranglers died in prison but what weirded me out was the sentence in the article that says that the other one married in 1986. Huh?? Who willingly marries a convicted serial killer? Isn't that like Number 2 on the "Tips For A Good Relationship Constitution" right between "Never date a member of your own family" and "Make sure your significant other is not a figment of your imagination?"

Does anyone else get a bit weirded out when you're reading something and the exact word you're reading at the time is said aloud by the TV, or someone walking by or the radio? That happens to me all the time and it always makes me pause for a moment.

I woke up yesterday morning wanting to write a children's book about a pumpkin who feels like a loser because he isn't chosen to be a Jack-O-Lantern as Halloween nears. But then I realized kids books don't normally focus on gory things like protagonists being hacked up and gutted so people could put candles in them. The moral of the story would have been something along the lines that sometimes what you see as a failure is actually a blessing in disguise, and that you should always like yourself no matter what. Oh well. It was an idea. I've been kind of depressed lately. Needing employment is so depressing. It's bad enough you have to go work in some non-gratuitous corporate environment, but having to go look for a job you'll hate is even worse. I need to go buy some lottery tickets. One million, that's all I ask.